explaining something
what if we are not a drop in the ocean
we are needles in haystacks
pricking fingers of those we should bleed with
then we fall asleep for 100 years
and find them again
on a wavelength
we tune into for a millisecond
then fall into the seemingly endless void
and fingertips touch
to shock into life
with flashes of
connection
we can't make sense of
the paint is under my nails
but I wasn't there
I see it now
it's synaptic blue and red
on a frequency I teeter on
in a parallel dream
and if a tear rolls down my face
it creates a track
that leads me elsewhere
maybe I am a drop in the ocean
and the ocean is waiting for me
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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